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XXIII
So Aulus spake, and turned him Again to that fierce strife1; And Caius Cossus mounted, And rode for death and life. Loud clanged beneath his horse-hoofs The helmets of the dead, And many a curdling2 pool of blood Splashed him heel to head. So came he far to southward, Where fought the Roman host, Against the banners of the marsh3 And banners of the coast. Like corn before the sickle4 The stout5 Laninians fell, Beneath the edge of the true sword That kept the bridge so well. 点击收听单词发音
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